Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.